We're professional punkers
we come from the suburbs
after 15 years we're still having fun
now we're over 30 not looking so pretty
at least we got a beat up accordian
That's erik our drummer
his father's a plumber
he drank enough booze to get rhode island drunk
now sober but smelly he's got one big belly
from living the good life provided by punk
Singin', singin', singin'
Buy me a becks beer or pass me a bong
gimmie some bushmills i'll sing you this song
open another big box of cheap wine
we're over 30 we're doin just fine
Hefe's not satanic
he's one hip hispanic
he grew up with one dozen cousins and kin
he wears baggy pants
he know how to Break-Dance
you've seen him do every impersonation
[Well, blow me down, Olive!
Heavens to Murgatroyd, it's Eric Melvin, even! Father!]
That's Melvin on six string
-some tell me i can't sing!
oh i think you can just don't do it round me
stick with what you know playing guitar solo
with hetson and watt in punk karaoke
Singin', singin', singin'
Buy me a becks beer or pass me a bong
gimmie some bushmills i'll sing you this song
open another big box of cheap wine
we're over 30 we're doin just fine
My name is Fat Mike, i'm obsessed with big lesbians
i've been a punk rocker for most of my life
i sing kinda flat, i'm not really so fat
but that's how i hit them with a hook or a slice
i'm kent i do sound
look he's getting so round
i'm timmy the turtle
he counts as he clicks
i'm jay i don't care
someone please cut his hair
i'm limo from scotland so give me haggis
singin singin singin
buy me a becks beer or pass me a bong
gimmie some bushmills i'll sing you this song
open another big box of cheap wine
we're over 30 we're doin just fine
buy me a becks beer or pass me a bong
gimmie some bushmills i'll sing you this song
throw me a quaalude or chop me a line
we're pushin 40 we're doin just fine
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comgive me a castle, pass me a bong,
give me glenlivet i'll sing you this song
open another big box of cheap wine
if you take the lowe road and i'll take the high